This is a song about "Xpr 50"

Leaving 50 ton ships fucken capsized

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

But i'm 50 kilometers lighter than a #bike

Say you make "tons" of doe 50 or so hell no

I just call it …remember all the dough

I only got this 50 dollar check that needs cashing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

You got a pic of 50 cent and your a wack talker

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

50 shades of clay, tons of reasons why i’m mr. may.